(waves rolling on shore)
(bird cawing)
(film projector running)
(thunder rolling)
(birds singing)
- [Short Boy] Hey, can we play?
I got some Squirrels and some Blow Pops.
You can have some if you let us play.
- Why don't you leave me alone?
- [Short Boy] See what happens when you try to be nice?
I got some BB Bats too, but now,
you ain't gonna get none, freak.
- [Boy in Green] Yeah, dummy, why don't you want no candy?
- I said I don't, now leave me alone.
- Well, we don't wanna play no sissy jacks,
no how, do we guys?
- Naw, we don't wanna play no sissy-ass jacks.
(foot scraping gravel) - [Girl] Leave me alone!
(foot scraping gravel) - [Tall Boy] Yeah.
It's like that. (finger thumping head)
- [Boy in Green] Hey, I think we should get outta here,
'cause you guys are never gonna get her workin'.
This ain't no fun anyhow, just stupid.
- Man, I don't get no (mumbles).
Besides, this is fun.
Look at her, she's too stupid anyways.
Her old man's a drunk, too.
He ain't gonna do nothin'.
- [Tall Boy] Yeah, now look at her.
Ain't got nobody to play with.
- Can we play now, Annie Black?
I'm gonna give you a head start to five,
and then you are gonna get it.
(Annie panting)
(Annie pants fearfully)
(Annie screaming)
(body hitting ground)
(creepy music)
(thunder rumbling)
(frogs croaking) (loon crying)
(leaves crunching)
(creepy music)
(dog whining)
(frogs and crickets chirping)
(dog whining)
(creepy music)
(dog barking viciously) (racking shell)
(ghostly breathing)
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
- It was all just an accident.
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(shotgun blast)
(bacon sizzling)
- Order's up!
- Damn shame what happened at the lake last night.
- [Man with Hat] Yep.
- Damn fool done went and blew his own head off.
I tell you, it just don't make sense.
White folks go to killin' theyselves for nothin'.
And a good huntin' dog, too.
- [Man with Hat] Yep.
- [Blind Man] I ain't so sure he did.
- [Man in Stripes] Man, what you talkin' about?
He's only one there,
and the dog damn sure didn't do it.
- [Waitress] Buddy, you still want that pie?
Only one slice left.
Act now!
- Yeah!
- [Blind Man] All I'm sayin' is, a man don't usually
go out huntin', kill hisself and his dog.
Dat don't add up.
Not with a huntin' rifle, no how.
Got to get all the details.
- [Man in Stripes] Well, it sound pretty cut and dry to me.
- [Blind Man] You been known to be wrong befo',
Earl Billups.
- [Buddy] Yep.
(phone rings) - Is dat all you got to say about it?
- Yep.
- [Blind Man] All come out in the wash.
Man like that, rich white man,
bound to be some investigation,
you can bet yo' ass on dat.
- [Earl] Now look now.
The fool blowed his own head off.
No tellin' what that cracker was into.
- Who said he had to be into somethin'?
Like I said, we got to get all the facts.
There's forces at work we don't always understand.
- Well, yeah, he was the mayor.
He had all the ins and outs and what'cha, now.
You know what?
I'm gonna leave that alone.
I'm gonna drink my coffee,
and be glad that it wasn't me.
- Yep. - [Blind Man] Prolly bes' 'til we
get mo' information on it.
Sure we ain't heard the last of it.
Bet you a fat man on dat.
(creepy music)
- [Voice of Black Annie] Billy...
Sally...
Professor Faulk...
Professor Faulk!
- [Woman] Professor Falk...
Class started 10 minutes ago.
I've never known you to be late, so...
- Okay, I'll be right there, I'll be right there.
(church bells ringing) (soft piano music)
- He's was a good friend, Viv.
We'll miss him.
- [Waiter] Your water...
Will there be anything else, madam?
- No thank you, darlin'...
- [Man Standing] Vivian needs to be alone now.
She needs a little rest.
Give her a little room, please.
So I think it's time for everyone to go now. (drink pouring)
That's good.
Vivian, take two of these.
They'll help you relax.
Now, Vivian, I don't recommend you doing that.
It'll knock you out, like a horse.
- [Vivian] Well, isn't that the point, doctor?
- [Doctor] I'm gonna leave these with you...
Take two every four hours.
If you don't start feeling any better, give me a call.
- [Man on Couch] Mother, can I get you anything?
I know that's a silly question...
- [Vivian] It's okay, son, I'm fine.
I just need to be alone for just a little while.
- [Son] Okay, I'll leave you to yourself.
But I will be right back as soon as I'm done at the office.
If you need anything, anything at all...
- Okay, son, you go do what you have to do.
I'll be fine.
- Okay.
Well, I will be back in two hours and 43 minutes,
and I'll have a bag of orange slices for you.
I know how much you love them.
- You are a fine son.
What did I ever do to deserve you?
(creepy music) (ghostly breathing)
- [Faulk] Okay, and now moving into North America...
In the Pacific Northwest, Sasquatch...
Bigfoot, as he's more commonly known.
Atlantic Northeast, the New Jersey Devil,
for which the National Hockey League team is named.
And West Virginia features the Mothman.
That's one of our more regional urban legends.
- What about Black Annie?
We used to hear about her a lot when we were kids.
- Oh, yes, Miss Alexander.
Black Annie.
I like that, initiative.
As a matter of fact, I think we should
make that part of our next assignment.
Love that suggestion.
I want you guys to go out, see what you can find out,
come back, tell us what you know,
and we'll do our own investigation.
- Well, we don't really know anything much about her
except we were told not to go down dark alleys
at night 'cause Black Annie would get us.
- And that is why you investigate: because you don't know.
So, you have your assignment
and you can thank Miss Alexander.
Yeah, go out and hit the bricks.
See what you can come up with.
Ask some old folks if you have to. (school bell ringing)
That's it.
I'll see you on Monday.
(bird chirping)
- [Woman] Are you okay?
- Yeah, I think so.
- There somethin' that you're not tellin' me?
Is there somethin' wrong, Edgar?
- Wrong?
What makes you think there's somethin' wrong?
- Well, I've never seen you drink, and in our house.
- There's nothin' wrong, Lucinda!
Now God damn it, let it be!
- Oh, my; and I have never heard you take the Lord's name...
Edgar!
- [Children] (singing) Two, three, four;
He's knocking at your door;
Black Annie, that's for sure;
Five, six, seven;
Black Annie, did not go to Heaven;
Eight, nine, ten;
You better stay in or it will be a sin;
Eleven, twelve, thirteen;
In the mist there by the lake:
If you see Black Annie...
- [Lucinda] What is it, honey?
- Nothin', Luce.
Go on back to sleep now.
- [Lucinda] Edgar... - I thought I heard somethin'.
Jus' go on back to sleep now.
- [Lucinda] Honey, is there somethin' I can do or get you?
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
- [Voice of Black Annie] (speaking foreign language)
- I get the feelin' that somehow, that time is past, Lucy.
(coyote howling)
(rooster crowing)
- [Lucinda] Edgar?... (church bell rings)
- Decon Ted...
I need you to cancel choir rehearsal tonight.
No, no, I'm fine.
I just need some time to be alone here at the church.
Yeah, bless you.
You can't improve on perfection.
(laughs weekly)
God bless you, too.
(phone rings)
Hello?
Hello?
Dammit, who's this calling me?!
- It's me, Edgar...
- Oh, Lucy, I...
This sermon, I...
(sobbing) Yes, I'm...
Uh huh, good.
(phone rings)
Dammit, Lucinda, I told you
I'm stuck in this sermon!
- [Voice of Black Annie] (speaking foreign language)
(creepy music)
(loud, single music note)
(loud, single music note)
(loud, single music note)
(creepy music)
(suspensefully creepy music)
(sobbing)
- God forgive me...
(fire roars)
- That's two now.
They say things happen in threes.
I wonder who's gonna be next?
- Yep.
- Don't quite it make sense, though.
It ain't like the reverend.
- [Blind Man] Why, 'cause he black?
There goes yo' theory about white folks killin' theyself.
I ain't so sure, though.
- Sure about what?
- I think it's somethin' else.
- [Earl] Man, you don't know whatchu talkin' about.
You just tryin' to stir some shit up.
- Shit done already been stirred up, Earl Billups.
We got two men that done died under strange circumstances,
and if you believe what you say,
somebody gon' die tonight, or real soon.
It ain't about me, but what my gut tells me--
(Earl laughing) - Sound like some bullshit to me.
- Bullshit?
Man burn hisself up in his own church.
Not a speck o' damage to it.
Laugh now.
See who be laughin' in the mo'nin'.
- Yep.
- Oh, shut up, man.
You talk too much.
- [Man] I'm truly sorry, Miss Wright.
If there's anything we can do...
- It's alright, Charlie.
We all in the same boat now.
- [Charlie] Yes, ma'am.
- Such a sweet boy.
(crying) This is just too much, Vivian.
We haven't even had a funeral for Charles, and now Edgar?
What would make him do such a horrible thing?
- [Vivian] We gotta stick together through this thing,
Lucinda Wright, you hear me?
'Cause whatever has happened
does not appear to be an accident, to me.
- What are you sayin', Vivian?
You think somebody did this?
Why?
- Did you know that Marvella had no pre-existing
eye problems before she just woke up
mysteriously blind the other day?
- I know it's awful,
but she was a little, you know, overweight.
Now it could been diabetes or somethin' else they missed.
- Did you ever wonder why none of us had
any more children after our first?
- I never really thought about it, why?
- Oh yes you have.
It was October the 13th, 1973.
Remember the night when Charles and Edgar,
Holton Bundy showed up here late at your house?
Surely...
(creepy music)
(knocking on door)
(crickets chirping)
- [Holton] Come on over here, Reverend.
Now all we gotta do's forget
this little thing ever happened.
Things be back the way they was befo'.
Ev'body know they beat that gal.
God knows what else.
- [Edgar] Dammit, Holton.
She was just a child!
- Was she a member of yo' church, Reverend?
'Cause you got yo'self a fine congregation.
Cadillacs in the parkin' lot ever' Sunday and such.
'Course now, poor folk must go to church on the East End,
'cause they don't worship with the good reverend.
- That doesn't have anything to do with it.
- Oh it don't, do it? - No.
- Well now, what if people was to say
it was yo' boy that did it in the first place, huh?
How'd you like that little rumor
circulatin' around the congregation?
I say now, Reverend, how much you
pullin' in in tithes ever' week, huh?
'Cause this sho' is a fine house
you and the missus got here on Rose Hill.
- I hear the sheriff department is collecting
for some athletic equipment for some of the boys' clubs.
- This oughta do nicely, Reverend.
Be able to buy all sorts of equipment with this.
Now I don't need to remind you, that boy o' yo's,
he better not squeal a peep about any o' this.
However you wanna handle that.
You have yo'self a good night, Reverend.
Come on, Charlie!
- Come 'ere, boy.
Lucinda, you go on back in the house.
We be in in a minute.
Go on, now.
Close the door.
Now son, God will forgive you for what you have done.
This was His will.
As long as you keep this between us,
everything will be fine.
Do you understand?
Not a word to anyone, not even your mother.
Ever.
- [Boy] Okay, I won't. - Edgar?
- Now, Lucinda.
The boy got himself into some mischief,
but I took care of it.
That's all I'm gonna say about it.
Now go on back in the house now.
Go on!
And close the door.
You too, son.
Get to bed.
- Yes, sir. - I be in directly.
(creepy music)
- [Vivian] Surely, it musta been here.
They were most certainly at my house.
- My God.
Now I do remember that, but...
what does that have to do with this?
- [Vivian] I don't know, Lucinda.
But I do know that somethin' happened
to a little girl that night,
and that little girl has never been
seen or heard from again.
- What are you saying?
- There's nothin' to be said at this point.
But I get a funny feelin' that this thing is not over.
- [Lucinda] What's not over?
Vivian, you really startin' to frighten me.
Now what are you sayin'?
- [Vivian] Lucinda, that little girl's mother
was from somewhere down south,
and they say that she was into voodoo
and black magic, everything.
- [Man] Ava!
Look, I don' like you doin' this no mo'.
It's crazy!
All this mumbo-jumbo bullshit.
What's it good fo' anyway? (song playing softly on radio)
Are you listenin' to me, woman?
Sweet, they got that all this 'cause o' you.
You think I need you?
Huh?
Can't take care o' myself?
I don't need nothin', or nobody,
as long as I got this, and this!
Yeah, ping!
Puh-ling! (Ava gasps)
Shit, ping! (Ava gasps)
Shit, this all I need right here, baby!
Shit, let's see if the spirits can fuck wit' dat, huh.
Ping! (Ava gasps)
Ping!
Ping! (Ava gasps)
Ping! (gunshot)
(creepy music)
(Ava breathing heavily)
Oh, God, Ava!
Ava, Ava, Ava, (mumbles)...
Sorry...
- [Vivian] Her husband accidentally
kills her and he goes crazy.
And then the little girl disappears.
And now this.
- You're talkin' 'bout superstition, Vivian Warren,
at a time like this.
My husband was a respected minister
and we didn't believe in that hocus pocus!
- Well, maybe you better come down
off o' yo' high hoss and start believin'
'cause somethin' is definitely not right here.
- Well, I just can't accept that.
- I know it's hard to swallow,
but we may have to face some facts about
somethin' that we know very little about.
(sobbing) I know my husband,
and he was a good man,
and a good Christian,
and I will not have his name smeared
by some doped up drunk.
Besides, what does it really matter anyway?
The way they were, somethin' was bound to happen anyway!
- Why, Lucinda Wright.
I don't believe I've ever seen this side of you befo'.
- [Marvella] I don't know why this happened,
what this has to do with me...
- [Vivian] They were all there, the boys, when it happened.
- [Marvella] I don't know what you're sayin', what you--
- [Vivian] It doesn't matter.
You know I never even smoked or drank until that night.
And now, it's everything: pills--
- [Lucinda] We need to pray on this.
- [Marvella] I'm scared.
- [Vivian] We may be beyond that.
These things tend to take care of themselves,
if you know what I mean.
- [Marvella] I don't know what you mean, Vivian.
- Oh, you will, honey, you will.
(crickets and frogs chirping)
(tuning radio)
(door creaking open)
(ghostly breathing)
(song playing softly on radio) (crickets and frogs chirping)
- [Man] What the...
(radio playing)
Hey, baby, is that you?
Shit!
Oh yeah.
You come for me didn't you.
(glass clanking)
(Voice of Black Annie laughing)
I know you come for me.
I knowed you would.
(creepy music) (ghostly breathing)
Hey man, I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean it.
Ava...
You know I didn't mean to do it.
(Voice of Black Annie growls) Shit!
- [Voice of Black Annie] Why didn't you protect her?
- I'm sorry.
You know, I don't know nothin' about bein' no father.
You know, the job, you know,
some people say they like kids, you know?
(ghostly breathing) I ain't good at dat,
I don't know nothin' about dat.
She's sick, sick hell, somethin' better than me.
You know, I never been good at nothin'.
Not one damn time.
- [Voice of Black Annie] Are you finished?
- I think I am. (super-natural female weeping)
(ghostly breathing) (Voice of Black Annie growls)
13 years, I barely left this house.
You know, it's been misery after misery.
I don't know what else...
I don't know, I don't know what's left.
- [Voice of Black Annie] Your misery is about
to end very soon, my dear.
And you're wrong.
You are good at something.
So drink up, James, drink up.
(super-natural female weeping)
Always talking about what you can do.
I said, drink up, James.
Drink up!
(ghostly breathing)
(creepy music)
(Voice of Black Annie growls)
(super-natural female weeping)
(creepy music)
- [Voice of Black Annie] Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uuuhhhhh...
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(creepy music)
(super-natural female weeping)
(James falls on floor) (bottle clanking)
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
- [Earl] Authorities have now identified the body of
James Garfield Black, age 47, found dead
of toxic alcohol consumption in his East End home.
Toxicology reports his blood alcohol content at .410,
more than four times the legal intoxication level.
He was estranged from his wife, Ava,
and father to one child, Annie, and whereabouts...
unknown.
See, I told you, I told you!
Things happen in threes, and there's
some strange stuff goin' on around here!
First it was the mayor, then it was the reverend,
and now, old man Black.
- [Blind Man] Well, congratulations, Earl Billups.
You just won a Nobel Prize for math'matics.
(Buddy chuckles) - [Earl] Joe, just because you blind
don't mean you can't get yo' ass whipped!
- Just 'cause I'm blind, don't mean I can't see!
- [Earl] Oh, man, ain't nobody talkin'
about whatchu can or cannot see.
I'm just readin' from the newspaper, man!
I'm readin' the facts!
- [Joe] How you know they facts?
- Well, how you know they ain't?
- Just 'cause it's in the paper don't make it facts.
Tellin' you, you mark my word!
This gon' turn out to be somethin' else.
- Well whatever it turns out to be,
it's not gon' make those guys any less dead.
- Earl...
That is the fust sensible thing
I heard you say in a month o' Sundays.
- [Buddy] Yep.
- [Joe] I will say this one thing, though:
Why is it they don't know the whereabouts o' dis girl?
Where'd all this "Black Annie" stuff come from?
Somethin' terrible happen to that li'l girl.
Here one day, gone the next,
now all of a sudden, folks is scared
to walk through the alleys on the East End at night.
(Earl chuckles) - Are you kiddin'?
Man, that's a tale you tell a chile to make them
run home before the street lights come on.
- [Joe] I'm tellin' you, it's true!
- [Faulk] Uh, excuse me, gentlemen.
My name is Dr. Cornelius Faulk.
I'm an anthropology professor over at the university.
Overheard your conversation.
Wanna get some more information
about the Black Annie legend.
(Earl laughing)
- A-fro-pology pro-fessor.
(Earl laughing)
We done got us a black Indiana Jones.
- [Joe] Anthropology, fool.
Indiana Jones was a, archaeologist.
- [Earl] Look, man, I know dat.
Just messin' with the professor.
- So please, could you tell me more?
Urban Legends, it's part of our curriculum at the college.
- [Joe] Ain't much to tell, Professor,
'less you believe the story.
(piano playing)
- So it was an accident, you say?
Seeing as how I'm about to run for mayor,
we can't have this thing hanging over us.
- [Charlie Jr.] Yes, sir.
We were just playin' around and she fell.
I got real scared and didn't know what to do.
She wasn't movin' anymore,
so, I mean, we just put her in the tall grass.
- That's old man Black's daughter,
a drunk that lives in the East End.
You know, that's why I don't like you
playin' with them colored boys.
You see what a mess you got me into?!
- [Charlie Jr.] Yes, sir.
- [Charles Sr.] Now let's go.
You're gonna show me where she is.
We're gonna get rid of that body.
- [Charlie Jr.] Yes, sir.
- [Vivian] Charles, what do you thinkin' about doin'?
- Were you eavesdroppin' on me? (slaps Vivian)
You stay outta my business, woman!
I'm not about to jeopardize all this
just because my son had an accident
with some worthless little colored girl!
I'm gonna take care o' this,
and if you ever breathe a word
of this to anybody as long as you live,
so help me, it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Junior!
- [Charlie Jr.] Comin', Dad!
(Vivian crying)
- So you see, son?
Sometimes these things happen.
Doesn't do anyone any good to belabor the fact.
You resolve it, and then you move on.
'Cause in the big scheme o' things,
this doesn't really matter.
You got a poor colored girl
and a worthless drunk of a father.
Nobody's really gonna care.
You understand?
- Yes, sir.
- [Girl] Oh yeah!
Oh, that's good! (man grunting)
Yeah, you want me to shake my titties for you?
(man grunting) Yeah, oh, come on, Sheriff Bundy, yeah!
(man grunting) Give it to me!
Give it to Carolyn!
- [Holton] You're ridin' the sheriff! - [Carolyn] Oh, oh!
- [Charles Sr.] Just wait in the car, Junior.
(truck door shuts)
(crickets chirping)
- Oh yeah, oh shit!
(knocking on door)
What the, come on, God dammit!
Can't catch a fuckin' nut.
Who the fuck...!
(knocking on door)
(frogs singing)
Man, Charlie Warren.
What the hell you doin' out this hour, huh?
You interrupted some serious police business, you know that?
- We got a situation, Holton, needs your attention.
Like, right now!
This can't wait.
- Situation, huh?
Situations tend to tie up a man's hours.
Tax payers money and such.
These things can get to be pretty costly,
if you get what I mean.
- We can work out the details of that later.
Right now, put your dick back in your pants
and get your ass out here.
- I'll be with you shortly.
Yep, I'd definitely say we have us a situation here.
That's ol' Jim Black's young-un.
Deader 'n a doornail.
Let's get to it.
Get this over with.
- [Charles Sr.] This doesn't bother you
one damn bit, does it?
- [Holton] Don't you get soft on me now, Charlie.
We in this thing.
Ain't no turnin' back now.
Ain't nobody gon' miss this gal.
- [Charles Sr.] It's just that...
- [Holton] Well, we could always take her back, Charlie.
- Well, this place is as good as any, I guess.
- [Holton] Oh, it'll do.
(frogs singing)
(crickets chirping)
(easy-listening piano music)
(door shuts)
- I want you to go on up to bed.
Forget all about this, okay?
Everything's gonna be alright.
Maybe tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you something.
How'd you like a new bike, son?
- [Charlie Jr.] Goodnight, Dad.
- 'Night, son.
Vivian, I don't want you askin' a bunch of questions
'til I get this sorted out, you understand?!
(easy-listening piano music)
- [Holton] God damn, I don't know how
these niggers drink this shit.
Whew.
(knocking on door)
(Holton sighing)
Well, well, well, James Black.
I got a little yarn fo' you to tell, boy,
it goes somethin' like this: - [James] Yes, sir, yeah.
Welfare found your little Annie dirty and cryin'.
Well, o' course, you know this wasn't the first time, Jim.
So I sent her on a bus on down to see her aunt in Georgia.
God dammit, Jim, I don't wanna hear another word about it.
Hate to have to rustle up a past,
you get what I mean?
(dramatic music)
Got a call there's a shot fired here, James.
- I swear, Sheriff, it was a accident.
- You wanna tell me what happened, boy?
Huh?
That there yo' pistol?
This here yo' pistol?
- Yes, sir. - Is it registered?
- N-n-n no, sir, I, I...
- [Holton] Now don't you know you can't
have a pistol if it ain't registered, boy?
Now you see what kinda situations you get yo'self into?
'Course now, if this pistol was registered and, uh...
you just happened to have it out
'cause you was cleanin' and it just happened to go off...
Accidents happen from time to time.
I reckon I could see to it you get yo'self a registration.
It's gon' cost you, boy.
- Yes, sir.
I ain't got much money, just like 25 or 30 dollars
over there in that tobacco tin on the fireplace.
- That yo' vehicle outside?
You got your title?
- Yes, sir.
- Well, I think you know which direction this is goin' then.
Go and fetch it, boy.
- Sheriff please.
That's the only thing I got that's worth somethin'.
- [Holton] Now you listen here, boy.
I can clean up all this shit and make it go away,
'less yo' black ass wants to fry electric chair,
or worse yet, spend the rest o' yo' life in penitentiary,
you gonna produce that title.
Now time's gettin' short, boy.
Come on, let's go!
(thunder rumbling)
Pretty li'l car out there.
Shit.
Now don't you worry 'bout all the details now.
That coroner gon' be by directly.
Accidents happen from time to time.
'At a nice-lookin' pair o' shitkickers you got there, boy.
What size you, 'bout 11?
- [James] Yes, sir.
- Ain't that a coincidence.
(water sloshing)
(water splashing) Anybody asks,
that's what you gon' tell 'em, boy.
- [Faulk] So you think the legend is true?
- Can't really tell, not enough information.
Somethin' did happen back in '73 though.
Too many horror stories. - [Buddy] Yep.
- Well, um, let me get that coffee, and...
thank you.
Thank you very much for your time.
- Damn...
If I'd a knowed he was payin',
I'd a got me a ham biscuit!
(all laughing)
- [Mechanic] What the fuck's up...
- [Charlie Jr.] What happened was an accident,
but what we did after was a crime.
- [Mechanic] Man, I ain't did shit.
- You ever wonder about that little girl?
You ever think about her one time?
- Well what the fuck for?
Your daddy said he was gonna handle it and he did.
And what the fuck was I supposed to do,
open up my mouth so that I could end up in fuckin'
Boon Town gettin' my ass beat and fucked every day?
- Man...
We killed that girl...
and you know it.
- Yeah, whatever, man.
I mean, y'all turned out alright.
Shit, my ass is poor and you don't hear me complainin'.
- [Man in Brown] You ever wonder why you
couldn't keep a woman?
Never had any kids?
And what makes you think it's so good?
These cars...
these clothes...
- Yeah, nigger, all that shit.
I live here!
I eat here, shit here, shave here and fuck here.
I don't go to no Paris in France
and all that shit like you big shot niggers.
Yeah, dat's exactly what I think.
- Maybe you should have paid attention more in class.
- What the fuck did you say?
- [Man in Brown] You heard me.
I mean, seems to me like when you were the big
superstar football player, everything was, cool.
- Well, fuck you, you bitch-ass nigger.
You don't come to my spot tellin' me what to do!
I'll fuck you up, punk!
- You wanna taste?
It'll relax you, bro.
- No, I don't want no motherfuckin' taste.
And I ain't your bro, bro.
- He's just messin' with you, Jerome.
How come you gotta be so God damn hardcore all the time?
- [Jerome] 'Cause, motherfucker, that's all I got!
'Cause the day that I break down
and start cryin' like some little bitch,
is the day that they cover me with dirt, nigger.
- [Man in Brown] We all worked for what we got, Jerome.
- Yeah, but you had a head start.
Family and money and all that shit.
All I could do was tote that rabbit
and look what it got me, all crippled.
They didn't even have the decency to set it right.
After all I did for them motherfuckers.
- Sorry for that, Jerome.
You shoulda been in the NFL.
- [Jerome] Yeah, real sorry, Mr. Warren.
Say, how much that watch set you back,
about half of what I make in a month?
NFL.
Yeah, this is my motherfuckin' NFL.
Nigger For Life.
That's my NFL, motherfucker.
- Jerome, nobody knows what you need until you ask.
- Yeah.
Are you so good at askin' for things since you
ain't never had to ask for anything in your life?
Hey look, you see this shit?
It don't fix itself.
I have things to do.
Y'all can let yourself out.
(Jerome sobbing)
Where the fuck are my jack stands?
- [Lucinda] You still here?
I thought you'd gone home already.
- I wasn't gonna just leave after
everything that happened, Mom.
- Well, now you know your room's still up there.
Baby, I'm goin' to bed. - Okay.
Goodnight. - 'Night, hon.
(ghostly breathing)
Those doggone lights.
Well, I been climbin' these steps
I don't know how many years. (wheels thrumping)
If I don't know my way by now, Lucinda...
(Lucinda gasps) (screaming)
(Lucinda falling down stairs)
(ghostly breathing) - [Man] Mom!
(creepy music) (ghostly groaning)
Mom, are you okay?
Mom?!
(creepy music)
- [Man] You see, son, (ghostly gasp)
that's how it's always been.
And it's gonna always be.
There's no sense in frettin' yo'self
over such an insignificant thing.
- So you knew.
- [Man] Well, of course I knew, son.
Nothin' happens in this town
without me findin' out about it.
Nothin'.
Why, I made sure there was no investigation,
no trial...
Do you think...
a sociopath...
like Holton Bundy...
actually gets elected?
He is a man with certain...
talents...
and we have to make allowances for that.
Keep order.
It ain't always pretty,
but it is effective.
This kinda thing happens from time to time, Charlie.
Your father did what he thought was best
and so did I.
(creepy music) (ghostly breathing)
(Charles Sr. and Holton straining)
- God, I didn't mean it.
Just please forgive me.
I promise I'll never do anything bad again.
I promise. - [Charles Sr.] Alright, you ready?
One...
two...
three...
(dramatic music)
God forgive us.
- [Holton] You sure as hell better hope so,
if there is one.
Whew!
Hey, Charlie, got any more of that whiskey?
Mercy, sumbitch.
(frogs singing)
- [Charlie Jr.] 'S all an accident.
- A little girl died, son.
That's all we knew.
Maybe if she hadn't--
- What are you tryin' to say?
- What's done, is done...
and there is nothin' that you
or I can do to change that now.
- Have to go.
- I do hope we are over this, son.
And by the way...
tell your mother I asked about her,
and that I'll see her in church on Sunday.
- Have a good evening, Judge.
- Madge, how is supper comin' along?
- [Madge] (on speaker) On my way, Judge.
(knocking on door) - [Judge] It's open, Madge.
Get on in here.
I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse. (Judge laughs)
Oh, yes.
Oh, that smells dee-licious.
And you got my special sauce.
- [Madge] Yes, Judge.
I have your sauce.
Have I ever forgotten your sauce?
- [Judge] Ha ha, just keepin' you on your toes, Madge.
- Well, I gotta go clean them dishes.
Do you need anything?
- No, I got everything I need right here.
And them dishes can wait.
Why don't you just go on home.
- [Madge] I don't leave no dirty kitchen, you know that.
- [Judge] Just put 'em in the washer
and do it in the mornin'.
I'm expecting company soon and,
I'm gonna need a little privacy.
- [Madge] Well, suit yourself.
I'll be back for breakfast.
- [Judge] That'll be just fine, Madge.
Oh, and I got some extra chicken on a biscuit.
You might as well go ahead and take one home to the boys.
- Goodnight, Judge.
- 'Night. (Judge chuckles)
(frogs and crickets singing)
Oh boy, this is so good and I am so hungry.
(door bell rings)
Well hell's bells, that gal is early.
(Judge chuckles)
(creepy music)
Carolyn?
Carolyn!
Carolyn Redd, is that you?
I'm gonna have your ass, messin' with me around supper time.
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(ghostly breathing)
Good God Almighty.
It's colder 'n a well-diggers ass in here.
But I am hungry, and this is one fine piece of meat here.
(creepy music)
Carolyn?
Carolyn!
Carolyn Redd!
I gotta get me somethin' to eat.
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(creepy music)
(super-natural female weeping)
Now listen here, sweetheart.
This has all been a big misunderstanding,
and that was an awful long time ago!
But I was just tryin' to protect my friend!
You got to understand that!
What good is this thing gonna do?
Please, what can I do to make this right?
- [Voice of Black Annie] It would be a shame for this
juicy, mouth-watering piece of meat to go to waste.
- I'm so, so sorry.
- [Voice of Black Annie] Here... - I didn't mean...
- [Voice of Black Annie] Let me help you... (Judge sobbing)
Why is it people are the most sorry when they get caught?
(Judge sobbing)
(Judge retching) Oh, look at you, Winston.
You've ruined your slacks!
But I guess that's the least of your worries now.
(Winston retching)
Now look at me!
(Winston gagging) (super-natural female weeping)
Bon appetit!
(Voice of Black Annie laughing)
(Winston gagging)
(ghostly breathing)
(dramatic music)
(Carolyn screaming)
(creepy music)
- [Faulk] 1973...
Young girl mysteriously disappears.
1986, a series of seemingly connected gruesome murders.
1999, another series of gruesome murders.
13, 13, 13.
Woo!
Something to think about.
(school bell rings) Okay, that's it.
See you next time.
(students jabbering)
- [Student] Have a nice...
weekend...
Professor.
- You too, Miss Beaudreaux.
You too.
Whew.
Uh, Mr. Warren? - Yes.
- My name is Dr. Cornelius Faulk.
I'm an anthropology professor over at the university.
I was just wondering if I could
ask you a couple of questions.
- Regarding?
- The names: James Black, Ava Black.
Do they mean anything to you?
- No, should they?
- Well, it's just that your father
and a Reverend Edgar Wright died
within 24 hours of each other
under mysterious circumstances, and--
- That's a very unpleasant thing to come at a man with,
especially on an empty stomach.
Now, whatever happened between my father
and Edgar Wright was their business.
That was a long time ago.
If you'll excuse me, I'm a very busy man.
- Didn't mean to bother you.
Don't you think there's something fishy goin' on?
- Sure, there's somethin' fishy goin' on,
if that's what you wanna believe.
It's a matter of convincing yourself
that certain vague and esoteric details are congruent.
- So you can tell me, with absolute certainty,
that there are no connection between these deaths.
- No, I cannot, Professor, nor do I care.
I'm not an investigator, I'm not a journalist.
There was a time I may have considered myself
to be a forensic scientist,
but I have seen so many inexplicable deaths,
I can't in good faith call myself a scientist anymore.
No, Professor, here, I am the file clerk of the dead.
- Okay.
Dr. Ball, I'm sure that whatever
inspired you to become a pathologist,
that inquisitive nature or that thing
that makes us want to study man,
can't discount that.
- There was a number, emblazoned,
on the right index finger of each victim.
- What?
- A number, faint, but visible.
Highly visible in the dark.
I would never have noticed this,
but one night after I'd finished work here,
and I turned out the light,
I felt compelled to turn around,
to look at the body,
and there it was.
- What'd you think?
- Well, I thought it was coincidence.
But then I look back at
the autopsy photos of the recent dead,
and they all had them.
I been coroner here in this county
for the better part of 30 years.
I have done countless autopsies.
- [Faulk] And you've never seen anything like that.
Tell me, what was the number on the last one?
- The number six, why?
- (mumbling), it's a tally count.
It's a tally count.
- Wha, what do you, what was that?
- Nothing.
Thank you, doctor.
- Um...
I'll keep you posted.
- [Holton] Oh boy, I'm about to go!
- [Ball] (on speaker) Hey, Sheriff, Carson Ball here.
Had a visit just a little while ago.
Professor from the college wanted some
information about the Black case.
- [Holton] Black?
Black, huh?
I wouldn't worry too much about that, Carson.
That case has been closed years.
- Yeah, alright, Sheriff.
- [Holton] About enough o' that, God damn.
- [Woman] Holton, you're such an asshole.
- [Holton] Hee hee, you know you love it.
Get the fuck out my truck.
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
(creepy music)
(super-natural female weeping)
(mechanical sucking)
(dramatic music)
- Okay.
Here goes nothin'.
(creepy music)
(floorboards creaking)
- [Woman] Oh, God, jeez!
- [Faulk] Angela!
Angela Beaudreaux?
Is that you?
- [Angela] Yeah!
- [Faulk] Well, what are you doin' here?
You scared the shit outta me!
- [Angela] Well, I'm sorry, but I followed you, Professor.
- [Faulk] You did what?
- I knew you were checkin' into the
Urban Legend thing, so I just wanna assist.
- [Faulk] Never mind.
Don't you realize this is trespassing?
Don't you know you can get hurt?
- I'm not afraid.
- [Faulk] That's beside the point, Angela!
Look, never mind.
You're here now.
Well, come on, if you're comin'.
(floorboards creaking)
- [Angela] Boo! - [Faulk] Hey!
(Angela laughing) Cut it out!
I'll fail you in Anthro!
- You wouldn't do that to me, now would you?
- [Faulk] Watch. (Angela laughing)
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
I seen enough, time to go. - [Angela] What?
- [Faulk] Just get your ass outta here.
- [Angela] What'd you see?
(ghostly breathing)
Okay.
So what'd you see?
- Gotta concentrate.
- Well, can I at least have a seat?
- Sure, help yourself.
You need a drink? - Yeah, I could use a drink.
(mumbling to himself)
- There you go.
- Wow, thanks, Professor, I'm not 13.
- What did you say?
- Said I'm not 13, i.e., I'm not a teenager.
When you asked if I wanted a drink,
I thought you were talkin' about a real drink.
- The floor in the living room by the fireplace.
Did you see that?
- I wasn't really payin' attention to the floor.
No, I didn't see the floor.
- The number 13, you didn't see it?
The coroner said that there was a series
of bodies that were numbered sequentially,
which coulda suggested they're are more victims.
- Wow, this things got you really worked up, huh?
- It's just something I feel.
Something I've never felt before.
- Could it be this?
- [Faulk] Oh, God.
(romantic music)
(music explosion)
(Faulk sighs)
(Faulk panting)
- Oh, I just had the most, the most intense dream.
It was awful.
Oh God.
'Cept for that first part, that was pretty good.
Then...
- What happened?
- Uh, well, at first is was like you and me and
we were, you know...
Didn't really feel like a dream!
- [Angela] Hmmm.
- Damn, body's started stackin' up.
God damn, I need a drink.
- I'll get that drink. - Okay.
- You just relax.
(creepy music)
- Thank you.
- [Angela] You're welcome.
- So...
Mmmm!
You make a damn good drink!
How'd you know I like vodka and cranberry?
- I saw the vodka and I saw the cranberry.
I just took it as a hint.
- Oh yeah, right.
So, as I was sayin'...
- You were sayin' something about me,
and you, and some bodies.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, oh yeah.
- Professor?
- You know, it just doesn't make sense, though, because...
what I saw in the dream...
- What if, what if I told you that
you and I had the same dream.
Would it make sense to you then?
- Angela, people don't have the same dreams.
Who are you?
- A friend!
(panting)
(Jerome panting)
- Look, just fuck it.
Hey, you know, this shit ain't workin', hey!
Just get the fuck outta here.
- Sorry about that, Jerome.
I wouldn't worry about it.
It happens sometimes.
- Yeah, but I still gotta pay your ass, don't I...
- Yeah, I still gotta eat too, baby.
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
(jack releasing)
(bones crunching)
(Voice of Black Annie laughing)
- [Doctor] Good as new.
- Jerome?
Jerome, pick up the phone.
Baby, I know you're there.
This is your mother, baby, I can see!
Jerome, pick up the phone!
(knocking on door)
- [Charlie Jr.] It's open!
Sylvia, how are you?
- [Sylvia] Good.
Okay, so it's just a little somethin', but I know
you said you were gonna start exercising more so...
I gotcha this.
- Well, thank you.
Heh!
That's perfect!
- You like it? - I love it.
Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Just leave the door open.
I'm gettin' ready to go to lunch.
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(super-natural female weeping)
(creepy music)
(Sylvia screams)
- [Man on Phone] Hello, Miss Warren?
- [Vivian] Yes?
- [Man on Phone] Miss Warren, I'm afraid
I have some bad news.
- [Vivian] Charles?
- [Man on Phone] Yes, I'm afraid so.
- [Vivian] I know, I know.
Don't concern yourself with the details, darlin'.
(gases hissing)
Mercy.
(fire roars)
- [Man] Wasn't expectin' rain today.
Funny how it just got cloudy.
Funny kinda clouds, too.
Only happens so often.
- [Buddy] Yep.
- [Earl] Look like all hell 'bout to break loose out there.
- [Joe] Might be right 'bout dat.
Somethin' brewin' for sho'.
- [Earl] Ol' Negro-damus.
There you go!
Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?
- What date dat calendar say, Earl Billups?
- October 13, 1999.
- [Joe] I ain't a complete fool, Earl.
I know what year it is.
What day did dat boy's daddy die on?
You remember?
- Look, I don't keep track o' no white folks dyin'.
I don' even keep track o' niggers.
- Can'tcha jus' say "black folks".
Point is, that boy died on the same day:
October 13th, '86.
Now I don't care whatchu talkin' 'bout,
folks don't fo'get October 13th.
- Yep.
- Man, you talk about it like it's Christmas or New Year's.
- So you seriously think that this is more than coincidence?
There's some connection?
- Well, whatchu think, Professor?
You been workin' over at the college all these years.
I'm sure you been doin' some investigatin'.
That's what you do, ain't it?
- See you gentlemen later.
Gotta get while the gettin' is good.
- [Barber] It is a trip and everything,
how they die on the same day.
- He don' know what he talkin' about.
All that speculatin' he do,
he'd a been a whiz at the stock market.
- [Joe] Well, let's just see how it play out then,
Mr. I-Ain't-Goin'-NoWhere,
Ain't-Doin'-Nothin', and Ain't-Been-Nowhere!
We start gettin' news flashes in the middle o' the afternoon
in the next couple o' days, then we can talk about it.
Let's just see.
Don't need eyes to see, Earl Billups.
- Yep.
- [Holton] You in a handicapped zone, sugar.
- Well I'm sorry, officer, I didn't realize I was.
- It's a major violation.
- So what can we do to take care o' that?
- [Holton] Well now.
I reckon we can work somethin' out.
Mmm mmm, come on.
- Alright.
(creepy music)
- [Holton] Oh yeah.
Aw, man.
- [Angela] Mmmm...
- [Holton] Aw, yeah.
Oh yeah, oh!
- Oh, I'm gonna show you things you never seen before.
- Oh yeah, I like the sound o' that.
Play with your big ol' titties.
Eh eh!
Oh yeah.
Here, let me play with them big ol' titties you got.
- [Angela] There'll be plenty o' time for that.
You just relax.
(Holton groans)
Yeah.
Oh yeah!
Oh!
Oh yeah.
Oh, that's it right there!
Oh!
(Holton laughs)
Ooo, I got me a real tiger here!
Oh, oh.
Now the balls.
Oh, the balls!
Oh, ow, ooo!
(squishing and ripping)
Aaaahhhhhhh!
- Guess you won't be needing these anymore.
(squishing and ripping)
(creepy music)
(Angela laughs)
(ghostly breathing)
(Voice of Black Annie moaning)
(Man grumbling unintelligibly)
- Come on, boy.
God damn!
What in the hell is that?
We's just takin' a walk, ol' Duke 'n me,
like we do every mornin'.
Come up out of that ravine there
and that's when we found him.
- What in the name of Jesus would cause
somebody to do something like this?
- Don' know, Sheriff.
Ain't never seen nothin' like that in all my days.
Chewed up worse than a bag o' Beechnut
or old piece o' shoe leather.
- Yeah, this is somethin' else, here.
- What's the matter, Earl?
Cat got yo' tongue?
- [Man] Victim is covered with multiple lacerations,
including severe trauma to the glossa lingua
in which said glossa lingua has been
extracted from the oral cavity.
Cause of death could be ruled as drowning,
but not to exclude massive hematoma to groin,
in which the genital organs
have been completely removed.
(phone rings)
(phone rings)
- [Man on Phone] Dr. Roberts?
- Yes, who is this?
- My name is Cornelius Faulk,
Dr. Cornelius Faulk.
I'm an anthropologist over at the university.
I understand the body of Sheriff Holton Bundy
was brought in today.
I was wondering-- - [Roberts] Doctor, I'm sorry.
I'm not allowed to divulge any information
and/or evidence to outside parties
regarding subjects under examination
unless you are investigating the case
or have sufficient warrant.
- I know, I know.
I'm not trying to compromise any ethical codes
or get anyone in trouble.
I just wanted to know if you could tell me
one simple, little thing.
Is there a number on the tip of his right index finger?
(creepy music)
- [Roberts] 10.
(creepy music)
- All I gotta say, is that bastard
was runnin' on borrowed time.
- Yep.
- What about dem boys, though?
And ol', merry Ball.
He did prolly done a million autopsies hisself.
End up in the morgue, dead.
Sounds awful 'spicious.
- Joe Willis, that's about
the most interestin' thing you said.
Remind me to get you a cookie.
- [Buddy] (laughing) Yeah.
(barroom clattering)
- I like your suit, I like a man who dresses well.
- Thank you, thank you very much.
Would you believe that I paid more than $1000 for this suit?
I always wanted to say: "I have a thousand dollar suit."
That's funny, isn't it.
- I guess so, if you can afford it.
What is it that you do?
- Nothing.
I mean, I have a job.
The pay is retarded.
I just don't feel like I do anything.
Not really.
But I did go to Princeton, hmm!
I, I don't suppose I'll have it much longer though.
Say, we've gotta get you a drink.
Whatever she wants, and a double for me.
- Appletini, please.
- Mmm.
Now what was I saying before
I so rudely interrupted myself?
What the hell was I talking about.
- Something about losing your job?
- Ah, yes.
That.
You see, it's not like I'm going to lose my job.
It's more like I'm going to lose my life.
You see, I was a very bad boy.
And now, it's time to pay the piper.
- I'm sorry, I think this is a bad idea.
- Oh yes, oh.
Hey, this is a bad idea, you're right, yes.
You're a very sexy woman
and I wanna fuck you very, very much,
but this is a very bad idea.
You better get while the gettin's good.
And don't forget your drink!
- [Man] You look like you've got a lot on your mind.
- You don't know the half of it.
(dramatic music)
- [Faulk] Yeah.
That's it.
(dramatic music)
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
(Voice of Black Annie moaning)
(ghostly breathing)
(suspenseful music)
(knocking on door)
(intense music)
- [Faulk] Dammit!
(Voice of Black Annie growling)
(ghostly breathing and moaning)
Come on, come on.
- [Earl] What a lovely day today.
Sunshine for miles!
You know what, I think I'm gonna go fishin' this afternoon.
- [Buddy] Yep.
- Better take yo' raincoat...
and yo' goo-loshes, 'less you wan' get drenched.
- Raincoat, galoshes, drenched?
It ain't s'posed to rain.
Extended fo'cast said it's gon' be clear all week.
- Go on then...
wan' make a wasted trip.
Den again, you ain't had a bath all week.
May not be a wasted trip.
- [Waitress] Better take heed to what he say, Earl.
Know you ain't never known Joe to be wrong
when it comes to predictin' the weather.
- Yep.
- [Earl] Well, looky here.
When I come back with a mess o' catfish
this afternoon, ya'll... (thunder crashing)
Well I'll be... (thunder crashing)
- [Joe] You ain't seen the half of it.
(creepy music)
- Oh, that does not look good.
(baby crying)
Honey, that baby's cryin'!
Honey?
I'll get her.
(creepy music)
(ghostly breathing)
(Voice of Black Annie moaning)
(blade slicing flesh)
(dramatic music)
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